Snow Ball Fight

As my eyes flutter open. As I drift into consciousness, I'm startled with panic. We have just another day till our family is ripped apart by the bifurcate forces of reality. Tomorrow is the dreadful day in which we take a plane back to Paris, leaving a member of our family here, alone; that poor soul is my dear father.
  It is dark, and as I rub my eyes till they adjust I feel the cold sweat staining every inch of my body; I need fresh air. As I'm opening the balcony door, the air is knocked out of my chest from a wall of cool, harsh air. Happiness floods my insides as I rush into my brother's room and jump on his bed. "Get up! Get up! There's a blizzard! So much snow is outside. Get up, now!" He continues to sleep, without a worry or care. Realizing this method of waking him up is not efficient, I take on another strategy: plug his nose. I wait a couple of seconds before I let go, still no response, he's even snoring! My sister is utterly hopeless, so my next option is creating as much chaos and noise as possible.
"Get up everyone! Am I going to build a snowman ALONE?"
30 minutes later, I coerced my dad and two brothers into their thick winter jackets and we left the apartment.
There we were, four idiots in pajama pants and jackets diving into the thick snow. The blizzard was in full force, the blinding winds tackling you to the snowy ground. The blinding snow as bright as the sun, stinging your eyes. Baffled, I turned to my dad to hear some information about the solemnity of the storm, only to be hit in the face with a cold, wet snowball. After all, fresh snow means one thing- a snowball fight!
"Think fast" He said, as he creates another snowball with his gloveless hands; as I duck behind a pile of snow reminiscent of a car. "It's on now..."
Seeing the joy splashed on my siblings faces, I'm filled with great delight, and a sticky aftertaste of sorrow. As I produce ammo, my eyes fill with tears. This is our last snowball fight.
    My youngest brother dashes across the field searching for a cover, as he's hit with a snowball on his rear head. "Bulls-eye!" I yell, wiping the moisture from my eyes, as his mouse-like laugh fills the air. As I search for my next victim, a blinding flash of white filles my vision, as I gasp. "Jake!" Seeing my older brothers playful smile and gigantic head peeking behind a tree, I slowly scramble towards him with snowballs in hand, ready pelt him. I look behind the tree, but he's not there. "Huh?"
After hearing the barbaric scream from behind me, I witness my two brothers fusillade dozens of snowballs in my direction. I turn around to see my Dad laughing. "It all was a set up. The boys win!" He says.
"Now get up, loser" says Jake says with a smile.
Standing up with a smile on my face and a handful of snow, I smash the chilled water into his face. Laugher echos into the air, signaling the fight.
    After the snow war is over, a calmness settles as we separate, each person creating their very own snow creature. Attempting to remake the classic "snowman", I start rolling a three balls of snow, each one smaller than the latter. Hands going numb from constant contact with the snow, I stash them in my pockets. Meanwhile, my Dad and younger brother are building a giant snow fortress, reaching six feet to cover my dad's height. Salam looks at our dad in admiration as he builds the wall higher. Upon hearing a grunt behind me, I turn to find its source; I see Jake attempting to push a humongous ball of snow,  making it bigger and bigger as it encounters more snow.
    "Oh, my god! What are you doing?" I say, abandoning my snowman and making my way towards him. "I don't know. But it's getting so big, I can't roll it."
I helped him roll it and watched in amazement as it picks up the snow and leaves a trail of grass abaft. We pushed and rolled it until we couldn't go on further. Then asked for my dad's assistance. As we rolled the ball more and more, it grew so massive that it could rush an adult. Eventually, we reached the limit weight that four people can push, resulting in an enormous sphere of compact snow.
We all peered at our creation in awe as my youngest brother attempted to climb it, later helped by our father. He stood on top of it and gazed outwards, hands extended fully as if standing on top of the world.Wanting a glimpse from his eyes, I ascend into the white sphere and am struck with immense beauty. The scene is laid out before me: the crystal sky raised high, decorated with spots of white snow. The green, solid ground covered with a thick blanket of snow that sparkles under the glistening sun. It was awe striking, and that, was the pure and simple truth.

A fortress, a snowman, and a giant ball later, we retired to our abode. Legs numb from the burning cold, and noses taking a deep tone of red. As we enter the house and quickly take off the frozen layers of heavy clothes, my mom is smiling. "what is it?" I ask, after a dramatic pause,  she replies "the flight is cancelled."
Breaking into a happy dance with my siblings, I see my mirrored smile upon their faces. No, we aren't staying with our Dad forever, but a few extra days are equal to a lifetime of joy.